At one time or another we’ve all been there. We’re at home, lounging in our pajamas, watching the latest episode of Scandal, when a friend calls saying they’re in the neighborhood, and asking if they can stop by.
You see the pile of mail sitting on the coffee table. Your daughter’s toys in a pile on the floor. The dirty dishes on the counter. Toothpaste splatters in the bathroom sink. And the mud that your son tracked through the living room last night.